Where did you get that ring

peaceful.

My mother held a sealed cream envelope in her lap.

She handed it to me in the elevator.

“Not now,” she said. “Only when Arthur tells you.”

“What is it?”

“A mother’s last word,” she said, and tried to smile.

I told her not to talk like that.

She patted my cheek the way she had when I was little. “Then live so I don’t have to haunt you.”

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